The story of Evergreen is over.

Su Ran did not express too much or fluctuated his emotions.

These are all words of Changqing. I don’t know whether it is true or false. Su Ran couldn’t really believe every word of Changqing just because Changqing told a sad story.

Su Ran had long since disappeared from the urge to believe in the misery.

"Where is Wu Jiaqi?"

"It's broken."

Changqing still looked at Su Ran like that, without blinking his eyelids, or he wouldn't blink at all.

Changqing explained that his ability can only restore the ability of people with death energy to move again, but it is temporary after all.

Or, it is short-lived.

In fact, the dead man was able to act by borrowing Changqing's ability.

So last night was Wu Jiaqi's last chance, and after all, it was because of many reasons that she failed to realize her last wish.

The person who draws?

Su Ran thought of the man who came to the door one by one to draw yesterday, it wouldn't be such a coincidence.

"Can you see that Wu Jiaqi described the person who painted?"

"Not very detailed, only about it."

Su Ran took out a piece of white paper and waved his hand, and the appearance of the person who had painted before was printed on it.

"Look."

Changqing glanced at it, but still shook his head, "I'm not sure."

Not sure is right. If Changqing had a glance, he would definitely be this person, and Su Ran could conclude that what he said was lies.

There are coincidences in the world, but your coincidence is too serious.

"What's going on with the painting of the black umbrella?"

Changqing didn't speak immediately, but looked at Su Ran's eyes and proved that he knew it.

It's just a language barrier, which is difficult to speak out for a moment.

Su Ran just waited.

"That's what a woman named Jiuyi gave to me, saying that this works for you, and as for more, I don't know."

Jiu Yi?

The amnesia woman who had been in the day before.

Now Su Ran feels more and more interesting.

An amnesia woman gave him two portraits, one of which was Wu Jiaqi, which Changqing said.

Wu Jiaqi came to the grocery store to ask for candles, which led to the eternal green with a language barrier.

The painting about Han Qingshu's black umbrella that Changqing took out now.

It was given to him by this amnesia Jiu Yi, who gave it to Su Ran again.

There seems to be some connection between Jiu Yi and Changqing, but it is still impossible to see it.

Changqing has finished what he should say.

Looking at Su Ran without moving, Changqing seemed to not like to talk much, but hoped to get eye contact.

However, his eyes were really scary.

"Changqing, so you actually want to help Wu Jiaqi."

"yes."

"Why help?"

“Because I can help.”

"But she is already a dead person."

"So, I believe that she won't lie to me."

Su Ran smiled, this was a great reason.

At the same time, a trace of emotion appeared in my heart.

There are too many things in the world, and many people can help but are too lazy to help others.

The road to wine and meat is smelly, and there are frozen bones, but it actually exists.

There are also some people who use deception and blackmail to deceive the kindness of kind people and make them pay for their kindness.

This makes those who are kind-hearted and want to help others, and those who are capable of helping others, dare not help or be good people.

This is also helpless.

For example, Changqing, because he can help, he helps.

Perhaps, only he can say such words so casually.

Perhaps, it is precisely because Wu Jiaqi is a dead person that Changqing dares to lend a helping hand like that.

After all, sometimes, living people are more terrifying than dead people.

Who would have thought that Changqing, a person full of death, was even more dead than dead people.

But he is determined to help others.

And the person who makes him believe is dead, so he will not lie to him.

In this case, many living people really don’t know what they think.

"Okay, I get it."

Changqing doesn’t know much about the black umbrella in the painting, so he can’t say anything more.

He glanced at Su Ran, "Then I'll leave."

Turn around and leave. Although the words are hindered, the movement is always very rapid.

Su Ran watched Changqing leave, without intending to force him to stay, so he turned around and went back to sleep.

After that, it was quiet all night and no one disturbed me again.

The next day, when Su Ran opened the door, he found Jiu Yi standing at the door and looking at Su Ran with a smile.

"Boss, you're so lazy, you're just opening the door now."

Here comes again, you said this sentence yesterday.

"Come in, I have something to ask you."

Jiu Yi entered the door and looked at the grocery store with curiosity. It seemed as if it was her first time here.

"Jiuyi, right? I want to ask you, is this painting yours?"

Su Ran straight to the point and placed the painting of the black umbrella in front of Jiu Yi.

Jiu Yi took a look, his eyes filled with a little confusion.

"It seems, and it seems, it doesn't, I can't remember it."

Well, people with amnesia are really helpless.

"Boss, can you buy anything here?"

No, can such words be repeated?

"Yes, I can buy anything here as long as you can afford it."

"Really?"

Jiu Yi was overjoyed and looked at Su Ran with anticipation.

"Then, then I want to know what I really want."

What's the thing?

Are you sure what you said is not a bad sentence?

Want to know what you want.

Su Ran looked at Jiu Yi, and his eyes didn't seem to be lying.

"Do you want to find your memory, or do you want to know what you are looking for?"

Jiu Yi thought about it, but she wasn't sure.

"All of them are."

"This is easy to deal with. I can help you, but what reward can you get?"

Jiu Yi smiled and took out another piece of paper.
To be continued...